Certainly the most visited glacier in the world is Moreno just outside the tourist mecca of El Calafate. Many travel to Patagonia mainly to see this world wonder.
To see the annotated photos, jump to the permanent webpage in Rick’s photo archive. 
Certainly the most visited glacier in the world is Moreno just outside the tourist mecca of El Calafate. Many travel to Patagonia mainly to see this world wonder.
To see the annotated photos, jump to the permanent webpage in Rick’s photo archive. 
Go to Bolivia?
Everyone else was.
Beneath my radar, I had never heard good things about Bolivia. It is the prototype South American disaster: corrupt, turbulent history, over 190 leaders in 180 years, breakdowns, roadblocks, strikes. Mucho problemas!
Yet Stephan from Vancouver (yet another engineer) and I crossed the border to Copacabana, Bolivia — a classic hangout for travellers.

Bolivia looked good to us!
On the standard Island of the Sun tour I mostly ignored the ruins and dreamed about the mountains in the distance. The weather was perfect even though this was supposed to be the start of the rainy season.
Stephan returned to Peru to do the Inca Trail. I climbed on a local bus with my huge luggage, the only gringo trying to reach the tiny mountain town of Sorata.
I ended up in La Paz instead.
If you are planning your next family vacation to La Paz — reconsider.
I expected to like La Paz as most do:
But I did not thrive. It was very difficult to get anythingdone there. Accommodation & food were disappointing.
My hotel was last modernized in the 1950s. But I loved the location beside central Murillo Plaza & theRoyal Palace (known as the Burned Palace for historical reasons).
The statue is President Villarroel, dragged from the Palace and hung on this spot in 1946. Coincidentally, much the same thing happened to President Murillo in 1810.
Ancient history? Plaza Murillo was riddled with bullets a year ago. (Oct. 2003) The then President Lozada fled to Florida rather than face the mob.
So is La Paz safe?
Surprisingly, yes. It is one of the safest large cities in South America. Dunno why. Perhaps because there are more armed personnel here than any city I can recall aside Mexico City.
The most frequent crime in La Paz is theft of ladies bowler hats, worth on average US$40.
The wonderfully colourful indigenous costumes some say were imposed on natives by the King of Spain in the 1700s. They are charming. Bolivia has the highest percentage native population of any South American country.
Actually, I was twice approached by awkward scam artist / pickpockets. My usual tactic of walking into busy traffic dissuaded them.
I note 2 interesting things in La Paz, though:
1) Shoeshine boys are everywhere, dressed as bandits! Ski masks protect the identity of the young men and their families. It is lowly work of last resort.

2) No need to own a phone. Everywhere are people in uniform leashed to mobile phones. Local calls are US$.15 / minute.
Like La Paz, hiking in Bolivia has great potential, but is surprisingly undeveloped. Access to trailheads is problematic. Bandits are a concern. In the end I did none of the major treks.
But for climbers, Bolivia is a paradise. No restrictions. No permits required. No fees. Screw the Himalaya, come to Bolivia!
The Royal Range (Cordillera Real) near La Paz offers 6 peaks over 6000m.
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The most popular mountaineering peak is Huayna Potasi— though it is no cinch due to altitude. The last 200m is a steep scramble above 19,000ft. Roped together, keeping the line taut, you have very little control over the pace of ascent. I was exhausted for two days after.
Climbing Potasi was a wonderful experience though. Perfect weather! I saw the grandest shooting star of my life up close through the thin air. (My climbing amigos were so tired & focused they barely acknowledged it.) Climbing a mountain at night by full moon was unique. This photo shows the knifetop summit ridge.
Annotated climbing photos with Into-Thin-Air-likedetail.
Many climb Potasi first in preparation for peaks of 6300 – 6500m, very doable for the average Edmund once acclimatized.
Not me. I prefer carbogganing & hiking. I will be back to Bolivia to do the major mountain routes. (May – June are probably the best months in the central Andes if you want to join me.)
Most every backpacker in Bolivia bikes the world’s most dangerous road. Something like a 3000m descent from high peak to steamy jungle in one go.
It reminded me of Going to the Sun highway in Montana. (Bikes not allowed there, of course.)
The title of most dangerous was designated by the Inter-American Development Bank. Can you dispute the claim? An average of 26 vehicles a year were disappearing over the brink.

The bank helped fund (US$120 million) a safe road on theopposite side of the valley. The new road was paved with good intentions.
But the day I biked the new road was closed yet again for repair. All traffic took the dangerous road. In fact, we learned that buses & trucks always take the old road with the cyclists. The new bridges were under built — they cannot support heavy vehicles. That is Bolivia for you.
It was good fun. The torrential rainstorm on the way down cut the dust until the complimentary beer at the bottom.
Rainy season had finally arrived in the Central Andes.
Time to head for sunny northern Chile via the fabulous 3-day salt lake jeep trek.


I travelled by train to Uyuni, in remote SW Bolivia with Jenni from Finland. She’s a gamer having just toured North America by Greyhound from sea to shining sea.
Kid, the next time I say lets go some place like Bolivia, lets go some place like Bolivia!
Paul Newman
Our train had been robbed by 2 Americanos. But a posse from Uyuni tracked down Butch & Sundance in 1908. Cornered & wounded, Butch shot his partner and then himself rather than surrender. (That’s not how the movie ended, you may recall.)
Che Guevara died too in Bolivia in a rash attempt toliberate the country from a U.S. backed (one of the George Bushes, I think) military dictator.
El Puro’s end was sad. Age 38, emaciated, sick, defeated; shot on a schoolroom floor by a lowly CIA-trained sergeant bolstered to the task with beer.
Che is dead as Elvis. But his icon lives on, a vague symbol anti-capitalism, pro-revolution. An ex-girlfriend says Che would be mortified to have become a consumer product. But I bought the t-shirt.
Rather than read the much edited Motorcycle Diaries, I recommend Chasing Che (2000) by journalist Patrick Symmes. He retraced Che’s early footsteps giving a more accurate & entertaining account.
Bolivia is named for Simon Bolivar, one of the few hombres who deserves a statue.
There have been three great fools in history: Jesus, Don Quiote and I.
An idealist who could get the job done — he liberated Venezuela, Panama, Peru, Ecuador, Colombia & Bolivia — but none the less died broke & abandoned. Bolivar dreamed of unifying Spanish America into a single country.
Why is North America so advanced, Bolivia & South America so slow to develop?
Bolivar knows.
Last Bolivian stop — gorgeous Laguna Verde on the border. See you in Patagonia!
Ricardo
I did not particularly enjoy my first high altitude climb with full mountaineering gear. It was a success — but very uncomfortable.
This is one of the easiest 6000+m (almost 20,000ft) summits in the world.
To see the annotated photos, jump to the permanent webpage in Rick’s photo archive. 
Our major trek to Alpamayo Base Camp & beyond. This is one of the best hikes in South America.
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Mariano Fernandez (with the lime green pack cover) photos of the same trek.
Everyone enjoys the lovely Mediterranean ambiance of Lake Titicaca. I took the standard tourist trip — though I wish I had camped there, as well.
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What can I say? Machu Picchu is one of greatest destinations in the world. No one leaves disappointed.
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The Salcantay Trek from Mollepata to Aguas Calientes & Machu Picchu is the most popular of the alternatives to the famous (but over-regulated) Inca Trail.
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There is a particular anonymity about being in tents. … Once the zip is closed, all sense of location disappears. You might be in the Rockies, the West Coast Trail — or in the Andes with Joe Simpson. …
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» hiking the Huayhuash Circuit
» hiking Alpamayo
» mountain biking the Andes
» canyoning
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14 days of Rocky Mountains hiking in what ET calls venues of delight.
Organized by Rob Gadd Glaser, I tramped with between 4 and 18 others. Logistics were complex as you might imagine.
Only ET, Rob and I signed on for the full two weeks in the woods. That was 2 weeks of alpine splendor and the benefit of Rob’s duct-tape-like folk wisdom. Rob is a carpenter (like Jesus) and a fireman (which Jesus never mastered).
In the wild, away from mundane distractions like work, e-mail and loved ones, you come up with the best ideas. Like Rob’s concept of smell-amplifiers.
Helicoptering in to Assiniboine I had the heaviest pack — over 70 pounds. You are allowed 40 pounds. Is it cheating to take the chopper? Yup, but it is 7 minutes rather than 7 hours to reach the continental divide.
Assiniboine was gorgeous as ever. We set up in the overflow meadow. ET woke one night to pee and had an ethereal experience with stars and a resident mule deer.
Second day we scrambled high on Wedgewood, part of the Assiniboine massif. Caves and crap rock with plenty of death fall potential.
ET nearly died, in fact. As I turned to inform her how to dodge a falling stone, I saw a rock bounding down the mountain towards her. ET was frozen in place during the last 2 bounces. A split second before the stone hit her in the head, she moved a foot or two to the right. Whizzzzz.

It was a huge open scree slope. The single rock came from nowhere. Perhaps God sent a warning shot.
We got lost the next day and had to wild camp. Best fun was hanging our food between some rock pinnacles.
Later we were lucky to be able to watch a Grizzly at work, only the second I have ever seen.
A bigger highlight for Rob was hiking through a forest fire burnout from a year previous. We saw literally millions of odd twitching caterpillars devouring fireweed which sprouts quickly after a fire.
We cheated again on our 2 weeks of continual hiking by returning to Bragg Creek for a terrific party at Rob’s log house in Bragg Creek.
(What do you call people who live in Bragg Creek? …
Braggarts)
When Rob’s van door wouldn’t close on departure next morning, he pulled out his drill gun. Screw it.
We continued on to Tumbling Glacier, joined by Les and 3 adventurous teens including 2 of Rob’s sons. It was fun to scramble the glacier itself.
Finally we reached gorgeous Lake O’Hara, perhaps the most scenic idyll in the Canadian Rockies. We joined the annual Glaser / Cartwright family reunion at O’Hara. We had children as young as age-6 enjoying the mountains.
As an educator I love getting kids into the wild.
I sagely advised them to hike with open umbrellas — the best defence against drop squirrels which are regular squirrels gone vampire with rabies. Squirrels chatter then drop down on to mammals to suck the blood from our necks!
We warned too of the Rocky Mountain barking spider — often heard, smelled … but never seen.
At Lake McArthur there was a bit of incentive for boys to jump off a cliff. Before jumping they toss a boulder to soften the water — to reduce the circus tension as little Anna calls it.

Calgary Folk Fest was another treat of the summer. Headliners were Lucinda Williams and Steve Earle, partners in world weary Americana roots music. I liked Steve’s line, “I bin happily married … 5 times.“
Finally, the biggest highlight of the year. Kyle Shewfelt from Altadore is Olympic champion on Floor Exercise, an unbelievable accomplishment. I heard the fantastic news while hiking the West Coast Trail with RC & BM. I cried & then had a victory swim in a gorgeous waterfall
Kyle’s coach Kelly Manjak celebrated a week later with the birth of a son.
Tomorrow I depart for South America. More news from there.
Adios,
Ricardo